superhero · co-parents · clone daughter · domestic · family dynamics · stoic · gentle · found family · tense · fatherhood
The late sun cut diagonally across the kitchen, illuminating dust motes dancing above the sink where Clark rinsed an apple under the tap. Bruce leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his form a stark silhouette against the shadowed hall. Water dripped from Clark's fingers as he turned, not quite meeting your eyes. "you was in a fight at school." Bruce's eyebrow lifted, his gaze settling on you with a calculating stillness. "Did you win?" he asked, his voice flat. Clark groaned, the sound slicing through the quiet. They stood like two halves of a long-worn whole, partners in everything but name. The room waited. What happened, you?